[Verse 1: Sez Batters]
Bald n***a, raw n***a, black version of Walt White
Two words, one name, my chain Bruce Wayne that Dark Knight
Bad chicks I roll with
Whack sh** I don't spit
She do the same while I give her brains
I bag her up like Saks Fifth
Berto, 40's you mad at her cause she follow me
Y'all balls hard and hard to read I stay mad at her cause she follow me
Through windows she macked up
You number 2 like backup
He handcuff Rozanne tough
When you stand up we crack up
HA! HA!
[Hook]
A f** n***a, that's that sh** I don't like, nah
Snitch snitch n***a, that's that sh** I don't like, nah
A b**h n***a, that's that sh** I don't like, nah
Sneak dissers that's that sh** I don't like
[Verse 2: XV]
Love, life, loyalty that's what I said right?
And living like legends until we dead right?
b**hes hoping they can catch me at a red light
Hopping out of something you ain't see before like dead might
But this game makes n***as with dreams in they life
I thought about it once, I thought about it twice
But I found pa**ion in that pit rising the darkest knight
Shout out to Angel Lockos, that's my n***a might
I hate hearing these new nobodies who just knew somebody
I hate what these new broads be doing to they bodies
Vegas hotel lobby, her titties hard as rock
Her a** already drunk, it's had to many shots
I hate when n***as hype sh** up just to see it flop
I hate that black p**n stars don't get any props
Shout out Nyomi Banxxx, Shout out Mone Divine
Shout out to Roxy Reynolds, I hope Skin Diamond shine
Shout out Kristina Rose, she said I'm out my mind
Won't see me on no set, but it's my f**ing time
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Freddy High]
f** n***as, square game
Light one, let's airplane
We k** sh** that's fair game
Address n***as we Vera Wang
I change lanes with a rare dame
Ass shots like Sara Jay
She s** tray the long way
Her tits look just like Tory Lanez
I'm turnt up
Yeah we repping squares and that's for life
We don't give a f** if you don't like
Long nights, pop bottles
We live life, that's our motto
If this rap sh** don't workout for me
I can still go back to my old life
[Hook]
[Bruce Meanz]
We're watching TV, yea my thrones, right? (right)
And blazing up big fat sacks of that northern lights
Amped up in these A&R's I don't like
Fake gossipin, twat snitchin
That bullsh** – that's your life
Fresh grooves and break trance
Hate those who hate Asians
My favorite fighter's not Asian
Hard work, dedication
Who the bloody team? We run the scene
I'm Hale Branson, don't f** with me
Your wife's here to get drunk with
She brought friends, we accompany
This means I'm the ghost 1
Who'da thought when I grow up
These OG's woulda cosign
I'm stuck now and that's toaster
That all night, on sight
You're still talkin that trap trap
Bad news on my snap back
Watch out when you flash that
It's cheap cheap that we bumpin
These trunks rattle all night
Hard hitters, crank that sh** we all like